u drank the contents of that vile and became the perfect u. u make me smile with flowery talks of cruises and our son playing the violin. and i, with my wintery heart wait and wonder when the potion will wear off and u will return to the u that i am familiar with.

i wish i could just sit in this picture and enjoy the moment, but u have made me like this, and until the scabs fall off, i think i will hold u at an arms length.

Larvae Caterpillar Butterfly